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If you're not 18, and you're already reading this, then I'm sure no one cares.



Once in a Lifetime 
by Steve
     

Chapter 1

	Middle America. Average everything. Boredom sets in easily here. Eric Moore is
living proof of this. Seventeen years old, going on thirty. He likes his
t-shirts and jeans, nothing more, nothing less. He likes sports, but doesn't
play them. He gets B's. Nothing special. Just your average high school senior,
with a series of extraordinary events to kick off the beginning of his adult
life.
      	It was 2:00 on a Friday afternoon. It was becoming hard to think for
Eric. Only one more hour until school was out for Spring Break. One more period
to live through, just one more. And it was Modern American Literature. The
things they read in class were hardly modern, but they probably were when the
curriculum was written. Eric might have complained more about this last year,
when old Mrs. Whithers taught the class, but not this year, not with Miss
Summers teaching it. Oh no, there would be no complaining from any male student
about anything in Miss Summer's class.
      	The bell rang and students shuffled for the door. Eric heard his French
teacher Mr. Lloyd tell the students to have a great holiday in French, but he
was sure most of the other students didn't understand him. They were too busy
planning their holiday get-togethers and other such nonsense. Eric bid his
teacher farewell, in French even, and got a smile back. He figured he should at
least make the guy feel like his teachings had gotten through to at least one
kid.
	Eric hung his head as he walked through the crowd of kids screaming and
carrying on. You'd think it was kindergarten, but oh no, this is high school.
He pushed his way through the crowd and made his way to Miss Summers’ room. The
school only had maybe a thousand kids in it, and somehow, Eric seemed to be
outcast by almost all of them. There were a few exceptions of course. His best
friend Frank was always there for him, and Frank’s girlfriend Cathy was also on
his side. There was also Cathy’s friend Jane, who seemed to have a crush on
Eric. This was mostly because the four of them always seemed to hang out
together, and the rules of dating just left Eric and Jane together a lot. Sure,
Eric liked Jane and she was a very attractive girl, but Eric had other things
on his mind as far as finding a girlfriend. 
	Eric walked into Miss Summers’ room to find only her inside, her smiling
lighting the room. The other kids were still out in the hall talking to their
friends, as was the norm. Because of this, it often left Eric and Miss Summers
alone for a few minutes, and in that time, she always made it a point to
recognize Eric’s presence and converse with him. 
	"Hey Eric. Having a good day?" Miss Summers asked as she organize a few papers
on her desk.
	"As good as can be expected," Eric said, noting the low cut blouse that his
teacher was wearing.  It was cut almost low enough to see the tops of her
breasts, a pair of breasts that had fueled many of Eric’s fantasies. 
	"Always the pessimist," Miss Summers laughed.
	"Never lets me down," Eric laughed in reply. He stared at her perfect
features. Her wavy blonde hair, pulled back to reveal her creamy white neck.
Her big, beautiful green eyes staring back at him. Oh how he longed for her
touch. What he would give to spend just one night with her.
	"No, I guess it really doesn’t," she sighed, "Listen, I wrote your letter of
recommendation for college, but I forgot it at home this morning, did you need
that before we get back?"
	"Yeah, actually. I have a college visit next week that I’ll need it for," Eric
said.
	"I’ll tell you what, why don’t we have coffee or something next week and I’ll
give you your letter and if you have questions about anything I wrote, you can
just ask me then. How’s that sound?"
	"Sounds fine," the words barely escaped Eric’s mouth. His dream was falling
into place.
	"When’s your visit?"
	"Next Thursday," Eric said, his voice slowly returning to normal.
	"I’m busy all weekend, so how does Monday sound? Say, about noon?"
	"Monday at noon is good," Eric said.
	"Here is my phone number," she said, writing quickly on a little piece of
paper, "Why don’t you call me Monday morning to get the details?"
	Eric got up from his desk and walked to Miss Summers’ desk to get the paper,
but trying not to look too anxious in the process. "Sounds good," Eric said,
taking the paper from his gorgeous teacher. He would guard this piece of paper
with his life.
	" All right then," Miss Summers said. Students began to enter the room and
Eric went back to his seat to dream of what might come from their meeting.
	Class seemed to fly right by for Eric, as he spent the whole period
daydreaming of what could come to pass during his lunch with Miss Summers. He
almost didn’t hear the bell ring at the end of the class. Miss Summers had to
call out his name a few times before his trance was broken.
	"Eric!" 
	"Uh, yeah?" he asked, breaking from his daydream.
	"The bell rang, you can go home," she said with a smile on her face.
	"Oh," Eric replied, feeling the redness fill his cheeks, "I guess my mind was
somewhere else."
	
	All through the drive home, all Eric could think about was Miss Summers. What
would her skin feel like against his? What would her lips taste like? Through
all of his pre-class talks with her, Eric had come to discover that she was
indeed single, and currently looking for romance. She said every guy she met
just wasn’t considerate enough. Eric assumed that meant sexually, but he never
said anything to her. She was his teacher after all.
	As Eric pulled into his driveway, he noticed a car parked in the street in
front of his house. He recognized it as his mother’s friend Pam’s car. Eric’s
heart skipped a beat. If Pam was here, that meant there was a good chance that
Pam’s daughter Elizabeth was there as well. Elizabeth and Eric had grown up
together, being born only months apart. Their mothers had always tried to keep
them close, as they were best friends, so they figured their children should be
best friends as well. It had worked for the most part, as Eric and Elizabeth
were very close, but they didn’t spend much time together. They went to
different schools, and didn’t get along with each other’s friends very well, so
there meetings were limited to when their mothers drug them along to the
other’s house.
	Eric’s mom barely acknowledged his entrance, as she was too busy talking to
Pam and drinking her tea. He didn’t see Elizabeth and assumed she hadn’t come
along with her mother. She was already on her Spring Break after all, and was
probably out with her friends.
	Eric made his way downstairs and to his room. Last year, as a birthday
present, his parents had converted the basement into a room for him. They made
it seem like they went all out for it, when in actuality, all they did was put
a door at the top of the stairs and move his stuff down with him. But he didn’t
complain. It kept him segregated from his parents and their fighting. And he
had his own bathroom too.
	Eric jumped as he saw a figure lying on his bed. Of all the things he expected
to see when he came down the stairs, Elizabeth lying on his bed watching TV was
the very last one.
	"Scare you?" she laughed.
	"No," Eric smiled, throwing his book bag on a chair and taking a seat next to
Elizabeth on the chair.
	"It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. What have you been up to?" she
asked, flipping off the TV.
	"Not much really, just working on school work really," Eric said, realizing
how pathetic his life was at the moment.
	"Me too. I haven’t much time to myself lately. Though this week has been
nice."
	"Yeah, I can’t wait to relax this week."
	"So, do you have a girlfriend yet?" Elizabeth asked playfully. This was the
question he always hated. He felt so pathetic when he told her no, because all
he wanted was her, and Miss Summers of course.
	"No, I’m not really looking either," he lied.
	"That’s a shame. All those girls at your school just don’t know what they’re
missing," she sympathized, as she always did. At least she never rubbed it in
or made fun of him for it.
	"Last time I checked, you don’t know what they’re missing either," Eric
smiled.
	"Why Eric, is that a come on?" Elizabeth asked. As excited as this would
normally get Eric, he knew it meant nothing. They always played like this. She
would pretend she wanted to have sex with him, then not. It was always the
same, but it was as close to sex as he got.
	"I’m just saying you’ve never sampled the goods, that’s all," Eric said,
faking self esteem.
	"I guess I’m just not that lucky, huh?"
	"Tell you what. If you play your cards right I’ll let you have sex with me
sometime," Eric joked.
	"Wow, really? Thank you so much. I feel so honored," Elizabeth laughed,
getting off the bed and wandering around the room. The room was quiet for a
moment as Elizabeth walked around, looking at the adornments of Eric’s walls
and as Eric sat on the bed dreaming of might have come had their conversation
actually led to sex.
	"You’ve never had sex before, have you?" Elizabeth asked out of the blue. It
caught Eric off guard and he almost fell off the bed.
	"Uh no, why?" he asked, trying to mask his excitement. He only hoped he knew
where this line of questioning was headed.
	"Just wondering. I know you haven’t had a girlfriend yet, because I ask you
every time I see, but I was wondering if maybe you had fooled around with
someone," she said, a little nervous.
	"No, not yet at least," Eric said, sounding defeated.
	"Me either," Elizabeth said. This peaked Eric’s curiosity.
	"You mean with as long as you dated David, you guys never slept together?"
Eric asked.
	"No, I never let him go all the way. I never felt comfortable enough with
him," she said, taking her seat next to Eric once again.
	"Then why did you date him so long?"
	"Well, we had a lot of fun together, but he was like a friend, not a lover. I
didn’t want to dump him, because that would make things awkward between us, and
I didn’t want to lose his friendship. Then it just got out of hand. He started
getting mad at me when I would turn him down for sex, then he finally told me
that he wanted to end it. We have only spoke once since that, and it has been a
few months now," Elizabeth said, a tearing welling up in the corner of her eye.
Eric noticed it and put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.
	"Don’t cry," Eric said softly.
	"I’m sorry. I just think of those times and I remember how much fun I had, and
now neither David or any of his friends talk to me. I have been almost
friendless since we broke up," she said, beginning to cry.
	"If they would turn their back on you that quickly, they never were your
friends. Besides, you’ve got me," Eric said, hugging her against his chest in
one of the few non-sexual actions he performed in his day.
	"Thanks for being here for me. I’m sorry to being doing this to you," she
said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
	"My pleasure. And I’m always here for you if need anything."
	"I think I just need you to hold me for a little bit."
	"I can do that," Eric said, holding Elizabeth’s head against his chest as they
laid back on his bed. She cuddled tightly against his torso, her eyes falling
slowly shut. Eric’s soon followed.

	Eric woke suddenly, just then realizing he had actually fallen asleep. He
looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 7:00. Then he looked at
Elizabeth as his hand was about to gently wake her. He stopped himself though.
She looked so heavenly that he didn’t want to disturb her. Her hair fell so
beautifully across his chest and stomach. He began to lightly stroke it. His
eyes moved from her hair to her lovely green eyes just as she opened them
slowly. 
	"Sleep well?" Eric asked, his hand still in Elizabeth’s hair.
	"What time is it?" she asked.
	"Almost seven," he responded.
	"Wow. I didn’t think I was that tired."
	"Hell, I wasn’t even tired until we laid down."
	"You know," she smiled, "I had a dream about you just now."
	"Oh really?" he quipped.
	"Really."
	"Was I rugged looking and naked in it?"
	"Not quite."
	"Then what was I doing?"
	"You were kissing me," she said softly, her smile turning into a serious
stare. Eric’s dick hardened pretty quickly. Here he was holding a beautiful
woman in his arms, on his bed, and she was telling him of her dream where they
were kissing and she wasn’t looking in much of the playful mood. Things were
beginning to look up. Really up.
	Eric’s balls grew three sizes right there, "Was it anything like this?" He
cradled Elizabeth’s head in his arms and brought his lips down to hers. Time
froze in both their worlds as they experienced love for the first time in their
young lives. The kiss was so soft and gentle, and the most life altering thing
that had happened so far in either of their lives. Their lips danced together
as though they had been doing so for years. Things felt so natural and yet so
wonderful. They both knew this is what they had always wanted out of their
friendship together in the end, and now it had come to pass.
	Their lips parted in mutual fulfillment and their eyes met in a knowing gaze.
	"What do you say after something like that?" she asked a little short of
breath.
	"I love you," he responded.
	"You always know just what to say to me." Elizabeth smiled and pulled Eric
down to her for another kiss.
	"Let’s go Lizzy, I’ve got to get dinner ready before your father gets home,"
Pam called from the top of the stairs.
	"Shit," Elizabeth muttered, "I have to go."
	"I know," Eric said.
	"I’ll give you a call after I finish dinner. It seems that we have some things
to talk about," Elizabeth smiled, rising from the bed and straightening her
clothes.
	"Yeah, I guess we do, don’t we," Eric smiled back. Elizabeth and Eric shared a
smiling glance as she walked across the room to the stairs.
	"I love you, too," Elizabeth said as she descended the stairs and disappeared
from Eric’s sight.

	Eric talked to Elizabeth on the phone for hours that night. Elizabeth told
Eric of how she had always been sexually attracted to him, but was always too
nervous to make a move or say anything to him. Eric said pretty much the same
thing, leaving out his semi-obsession of her.
	"So, do you want to go out tomorrow night?" Eric asked.
	"Funny that you ask that about tomorrow night," Elizabeth giggled.
	"Why is that?"
	"Well, you see, my parents are going out to dinner with some friends of theirs
down in Pine Springs. They are getting room for the night down there as well."
	"So that means that me and you have your house to ourselves?" 
	"Yes. I’ll cook us dinner and then we can watch a movie or something. Maybe
get the fireplace started to set the mood a little."
	"And what mood would that be my dear?"
	"I have to go now, but let’s just say that I played my cards right and you
better pay up tomorrow night," and with that, Elizabeth hung up. Eric nearly
dropped his phone as her words hit him full force. He was finally going to have
sex, and not with some girl he kind of liked that was just his first out of
convenience, but with the girl he had fallen in love with years ago. How
quickly depression can turn around you.



Chapter 2

	The minutes seemed like days as Eric stared at the clock on his wall. He had
just talked to Elizabeth. She said her parents would be leaving around 6:00,
and he could come over any time after 7:00. After 7:00, yeah right. He would be
there at 7:00 on the fucking dot, with a condom in his wallet and the biggest
goddamned smile in the fucking world!
	But of course, there were problems. Eric’s mother understood that he was going
to stay the night over at Elizabeth’s house so she wouldn’t get scared being
there alone, but she didn’t understand why he couldn’t do the dishes and take
out the garbage before he left. Then his mom needed some sugar to bake the
cookies that absolutely had to be ready for the next day, so Eric had to go to
the grocery store and pick some up for her. Then he realized he was almost out
of gas, so of course he had to go to the only gas station anywhere near his
house, which was always packed. There were three cars ahead of him to fill up.
	So after all of the obstacles and distractions, Eric finally made it to
Elizabeth’s house, at 8:13! So much for 7:00 on the fucking dot. At least he
had his condoms, twelve of them in fact. The ribbed and lubricated kind. He
went all out for this. The only problem was the box. He didn’t want to carry
the box in. He’d look way too anxious, and the damned thing was too big to put
in his pocket. And god damnit, he wanted to have all twelve of those condoms
with him, just in case he needed them all. He could always hope that he would
get to fuck Elizabeth twelve times that night. Finally rational thought got the
better of him, and he settled on only taking three, and he hoped he would leave
without any left.

	"Hey there," Eric said in his suave voice as Elizabeth opened the door.
	"It’s quarter after eight. I’d thought you’d have been here at seven on the
dot, with a condom in your hand and a huge grin on your face," Elizabeth
smiled.
	"Geez, you act like I’m so pathetic," Eric said as Elizabeth led him through
the door by the arm. As soon as the door was closed behind him, she pushed him
against it and planted her lips desperately against his. She had been longing
for his touch ever since she left his house the day before. She had never felt
so strongly drawn to someone before, she’d never had such a need burning deep
inside of her. Her knees went weak as she felt his hands brush her cheeks and
neck. His touch was so soothing and comforting. Time had stopped for Elizabeth.
There was only pleasure now, nothing else mattered anymore. Eric was all she
needed.
	"I love you so much," Eric whispered softly into Elizabeth’s ear.
	"Take me upstairs now, please. I want you so bad," Elizabeth moaned quietly.
	"Gladly," Eric said, releasing her just long enough to reach down and scoop
her up in his arms, almost unsuccessfully. Eric overestimated his strength a
little, but he still got Elizabeth upstairs and gently into her bed.
	"What about dinner?" Eric asked.
	"I’ve got to work up your appetite first," Elizabeth said. She grabbed him
around his neck as he knelt next to her, and pulled his face down to hers. She
tasted his lips once again, and grew more and more hungry for them with every
taste. She strategically worked his shirt off of him as she kept her lips
firmly against his, breaking only to get the shirt off completely. Eric had
never been one to workout much, but worked out enough to keep the fat off. As
Elizabeth ran her hands over Eric’s lean chest and stomach, she became
fascinated by them, loving the feel of his muscle under her fingertips. She
felt so hot when she ran her fingers through the sparse hair that covered his
abdomen, because then she knew she was really with a man and not just dreaming
all this up in bed with a hand between her thighs. It all felt so real, and
Elizabeth loved it.
	Eric’s hand eventually found its way to Elizabeth’s soft breasts. He touched
one lightly at first, pulling away quickly to make sure she was going along
with it. She didn’t protest so he touched it again, this time more firmly.
Elizabeth moaned softly into his mouth. It felt so heavenly to have someone
else touch her breast. Her breasts had always been so sensitive and she loved
to play with them when she masturbated. 
	But this wasn’t enough. She needed to feel his touch. Elizabeth pushed Eric
onto his back and quickly straddled his waist. Their eyes met and they shared a
knowing grin. Elizabeth grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it
over her head. Eric watched intently as inch by inch his lover was revealed to
him. As the shirt rose to the swell of her breast, Eric realized she wore no
bra. Elizabeth smiled as she saw his eyes grow wide at the sight of her small
young breasts. She had purposely not worn one, hoping it would have this effect
on him.
	"You’re so beautiful," Eric whispered. His eyes were glued on the gentle curve
of Elizabeth’s exquisite young chest. Her tiny nipples stood out proudly, just
begging for a little attention. Elizabeth was getting incredibly turned on now.
Exposing herself to Eric was so erotic and thrilling. She had never dreamed
that she could get this worked up over simply showing her breasts to the man
she was about to make love to, but her hot little pussy was enough proof for
her that she could. It was all she could stand.
	"I need it now," Elizabeth mumbled urgently. She quickly reached down into
Eric’s pants and fished out his rock hard penis. It was so hot in her hand, and
so erotic. Her arousal was going through the roof. She couldn’t get out of her
panties fast enough. Eric saw where this was headed and whipped one of the
condoms out of his pocket. He struggled with the wrapper as he watched this
beautiful girl wiggle her hot little body out of her panties. He finally got
the rubber out of it’s packaging and barely got on his dick before Elizabeth
had him in her hand, quickly pulling him closer to her hot little entrance.
Eric watched Elizabeth’s womanhood slip slowly over him and pure ecstasy
enveloped him. His head started spinning and his eyes were having trouble
focusing, but the feeling of Elizabeth’s tight vagina swallowing his penis was
overwhelming.  Of all the thoughts and dreams Eric had had about what sex would
feel like, none of them came close to describing what he was feeling right
then. It wasn’t just physical pleasure, but mental pleasure as well. It just
felt so sexy and fulfilling.
	"This is amazing," Eric whispered softly into Elizabeth’s ear.
	"It feels so good," Elizabeth whispered back. Her hips were grinding slowly
against Eric’s groin, savoring every movement’s effort. Elizabeth felt the
climax rising in her stomach. She knew it was close, and coming a hell of a lot
faster than usual too. But it wasn’t just the sex getting her off, it was the
moment. Everything was so perfect for her right then. Just being there with
Eric, like this, was getting her off all on its own, not to mention her first
sexual experience. 
	"Oh Eric! Fuck me! Harder sweety," Elizabeth nearly screamed. Eric didn’t
think she get so into it, but there she was, humping him as fast as she could,
begging him to do the same. So Eric wrapped his arms around her back tightly,
pulling her as close to him as possible. He started thrust himself upward to
meet Elizabeth’s fevered motions.  The pace picked up as Elizabeth’s orgasm
started. She couldn’t stop herself, she just humped harder and harder against
Eric’s engorged cock until she was screaming at the top of her lungs and
cumming harder than she had ever imagined.
	"Oh my god!" were the only words that Eric could make out of Elizabeth’s
string of grunts and moans as she climaxed in his arms. Just hearing and seeing
what his actions were doing to her got Eric off. He thrust into Elizabeth for
the final time and held himself as deep inside of her as he could get as his
juices flooded the condom around his manhood. He gripped his love tight and
kissed her as his descent from ecstasy began. Elizabeth’s body relaxed on top
of his and her lips lazily dragged across his neck and chest. 
	"That was intense," Elizabeth spoke, her gently caressing Eric’s still panting
chest.
	"That it was," Eric noted, cradling Elizabeth’s head softly against his chest.
They drifted to sleep without another word, their bodies entwined, just as
their hearts.

To Be Continued...


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